Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Index,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.